Appearances are significant, and never more than in politics. You can always sway the crowd, provided you have a good story.

She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. “And one last thing,” he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. “Much better,” he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too.

You are just jealous," Magnus remarked calmly. "Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself." "Oh, I am positively green with envy," Ragnor snapped. "Come now, Ragnor. That's not fair," said Magnus. "You know I love it when you make jokes about your complexion.

Because that was what you did with family when you'd been worried about them, you grabbed them and held on to them and told them how much they'd pissed you off, and it was okay, because no matter how angry you got, they still belonged to you.

He'd burn the whole world down til he could dig out you of the ashes.

I do not mean to seem indelicate or ungrateful," said Linette Owens, "but are you a dangerous lunatic?

Are you in fashion? You look like you're in fashion." "No," [Magnus] said. "I am fashion.